Wuthering Heights by Decemberists
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window
Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
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